I'm Black, so I gotta smoke weed right?
I'm African, so I've gotta love money?
I'm Nigerian, so I've gotta be corrupt right?
I'm from the South, so I've gotta be aggressive?
I'm from Bayelsa, so I've got to be stubborn?
I'm from Brass, so I've gotta be an alcoholic right?
I'm a Spiff, so I've gotta be proud?
I'm an Eke-Spiff, so I've gotta know my roots right?
I'm Victor's son, so I've gotta be a writer?
I'm his last son, so I've gotta be irresponsible right?
Guess what? He was the last son too.
Guess what? I'm an artist from the roots.
What else? I don't know all my cousins.
What else? I'd rather slit my throat than burn a bridge.
And more facts? I don't live by the bottle.
What else? I'm as reasonable as it gets.
And? More collected than you'd imagine.
So? My integrity is my biggest asset.
Guess? I love people before they fill their pockets.
Finally, I'd rather drink tea homie.
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BIPOLAR SPIFF
RandomDepictions of my truest expressions. Stories of my heart's deepest labyrinth Everything you read here has a physical, mental or emotional link to the life I live. So don't just read it Let it seep into your bloodstream Let your heart synchronize...
